Chapter 53: Let’s Be Friends part 1
“Has… has the bleeding stopped?”
Lin Qizheng pulled out tissues and handed them to Zhang Jincheng, so cowardly he didn’t even dare open his eyes to look at Wen Rong’s hand.
Just now, Wen Rong had grabbed the railing with his left hand and used his right hand to catch the “ball” rolling down. He caught her, but his left hand bore all the impact. It scraped against the iron chain, and his palm looked like it had been through a meat grinder. Apart from the shape being visible, everything else was covered in blood.
To ease the atmosphere, Zhang Lin joked that Li Mochou leaving a bloody palm print on the door must have messed up her hand like this too. Lin Qizheng couldn’t handle the joke and performed a faint on the spot.
In contrast, the victim, Wen Rong, was terribly calm, even asking Zhang Jincheng to help find his phone to call Shi Ye.
However, Shi Ye didn’t answer. Remembering he had added Jiang Zhiyue, he called her instead.
Zhang Jincheng held Wen Rong’s hand, trembling. “The blood is still flowing. We probably have to wait for them to come help treat it.”
Lin Qizheng squinted his eyes and stuttered a reminder: “Youngest, if it hurts, cry out. Senior will lend you a shoulder.”
“I’m fine, thank you, Senior.” Wen Rong shook his head.
“Your hands are shaking!”
“Just a physical reaction.”
“How about we go down the mountain to the hospital? With so much blood, even if they come up, they might not be able to treat it.”
“Really no need. It’s just the skin scraped open. Jiang Zhiyue and the others should be up soon. Disinfecting and bandaging will do. That girl…”
After the accident, the group paused briefly on a flight of steps. Wen Rong was surrounded by the three men, and the girl was surrounded by friends on the other side. Both sides had injured people; no one had time to attend to the other.
When Wen Rong asked, the three turned their heads.
The girl who rolled down was crying in her friend’s arms. Aside from Wen Rong’s blood stained on her clothes from catching her, she seemed to have no other injuries.
Also, because the three turned their heads, several girls realized something and hurriedly supported their friend to come and thank Wen Rong.
Wen Rong’s hand was controlled by Zhang Jincheng, making movement inconvenient. Just as he said “No need,” a gray head appeared behind the girls. An arm reached out to push people aside, and a huge backpack landed at Wen Rong’s feet.
“Where is the injury?”
Zhang Jincheng answered first: “Hand.”
“Give me the hand.”
Shi Ye’s tone was bad, possessing an authority that brooked no refusal. Zhang Jincheng hurriedly dragged Wen Rong’s hand and presented it to him.
Sharp brows furrowed slightly. He dug a bottle out of the bag, quickly unscrewed it, and flushed the wound.
The liquid splashed onto the raw flesh. Wen Rong couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath, a chill running down his back.
“Knowing it hurts, you still mess around. How did you get hurt?”
“Just now that girl rolled down from above. When the Youngest went to help, he got scraped by the iron chain on the railing.” After explaining, Lin Qizheng hurriedly added, “Brother Shi, Brother Shi, be gentle, be gentle. Our Youngest has delicate skin and tender flesh; he can’t take it.”
The girl also said, “It’s my fault for not paying attention. I got dizzy and fell down the stairs. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Shi Ye squeezed his eyes shut tight, placed the bottle mouth over Wen Rong’s wrist, and poured slowly.
Wen Rong hissed again. Shi Ye couldn’t help saying, “Don’t you know your own level? How dare you try to save someone.”
“But—”
“But what?”
Wen Rong hesitated. “She’s my fan. She gave me a bracelet and wished me well. The stairs are so long; what if she fell to her death?”
“…”
Shi Ye stopped speaking. He lowered his head and flushed away all the blood on Wen Rong’s palm, revealing a wound about three centimeters long. There were wounds elsewhere too, but none as shocking as this cut.
“Wow, how did you get such a big cut?” Evelyn had caught up at some point, raising her phone to take a picture of Wen Rong’s hand. “I have to show my cousin.”
Jiang Zhiyue pushed her away. “Move, don’t get in the way.”
Saying that, she squatted next to Shi Ye. “I’ll do it.”
“No need, almost done.”
Shi Ye took another bottle of liquid from the bag and poured it on Wen Rong’s palm. It was cool and surprisingly painless. After flowing into the wound, the blood stopped gushing out.
Wen Rong thought this was the end, but Shi Ye turned back to tell Jiang Zhiyue, “There’s anti-infection medicine in the third pocket interlayer. Get it out for me.”
Jiang Zhiyue moved fast, rummaging inside, and immediately pulled out something that looked like a reagent.
Only she suddenly froze, eyes widening. “This is—”
Shi Ye reached out and snatched it, rummaging through the bag again. He took out something like a syringe from the interlayer. He removed the cap, revealing a sharp needle.
Wen Rong hallucinated a cold glint flashing on the needle tip and shrank his hand back subconsciously.
Shi Ye glared at him sideways. “Want to die?”
“Why… why give an injection?”
Jiang Zhiyue, the professional, answered: “The wound is too big and prone to infection. Either get a shot now or go down the mountain to the hospital for a shot. It’s the same.”
It seemed he definitely had to take it.
Wen Rong took a deep breath and obediently extended his hand.
“Can you be a little gentle? I…” The words am a little scared hadn’t even left his mouth when he looked up and saw Lin Qizheng covering his eyes with both hands, looking even more terrified than the person getting the needle.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. Wen Rong lowered his head. “Do it.”
Jiang Zhiyue was eager to try, her eyes shining. “This… Evelyn’s friend, can you let me try? I’ve studied medicine professionally for 5 years, won scholarships for five consecutive years… I-I-I-I want to experience Type B 3671.”
Lin Qizheng instantly moved his hands from his face. “Type B 3671?!”
Shi Ye glared over. “No one thinks you’re mute if you don’t speak.”
“Such awesome—”
Zhang Lin quickly covered Lin Qizheng’s mouth.
Wen Rong looked confusedly at Shi Ye inserting the needle into the reagent. “B… what is it?”
“Military field miracle drug.” Jiang Zhiyue leaned close to Wen Rong to educate him in a whisper. “Even if bitten by a cobra, it can save you immediately. It’s said only elite troops are qualified to use it. If I can develop such awesome stuff in my lifetime, I can walk sideways across the world—”
“Ah!” Wen Rong’s scream interrupted Jiang Zhiyue.
Because Shi Ye, taking advantage of his distraction, had stuck the needle into his flesh!
“Don’t move.”
Wen Rong endured, feeling aggrieved.
One tube of reagent felt like it took ten years to inject. For the first time, he felt time stretching out. It was cold, with a stinging pain.
After the injection, Wen Rong hadn’t recovered yet. Shi Ye packed up the bag and sat beside him, legs spread wide, his gloomy face looking like he had endless heavy thoughts.
Jiang Zhiyue looked regretfully at the needle mark on Wen Rong’s hand and sighed. “You rest a bit. I’ll go check on her condition.”
Jiang Zhiyue went to check on the girl. Fortunately, it was just scrapes. She used the leftovers from what Shi Ye hadn’t finished to treat her as well.
But the girl kept crying. Wen Rong thought she was like him, feeling pain from the liquid touching the wound, but after the wound was treated, the girl cried even more sadly.
Jiang Zhiyue couldn’t help frowning. “Alright, it’s just scrapes. You won’t die.”
“I… I’m not crying because of this.” The girl sobbed, wiping tears as she looked at Wen Rong. “Really, thank you, Son.”
Wen Rong: Son?
Shi Ye raised his eyes to glance at Wen Rong.
Given the girl’s emotional state, Wen Rong automatically ignored this form of address. He scratched his head with his uninjured hand. “Then why are you crying?”
She had managed to control it, but upon his asking, the girl crinkled her nose and cried even louder. “I… I…”
Her friends hurriedly went up to pat her back and comfort her. “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” “It’s okay.”
The scene became awkward. The culprit, Wen Rong, felt rather apologetic. He braced himself and walked up to the girl. “If you have any sadness, you can say it. I’ll help you think of a solution.”
As soon as the words fell, his shoulder was pulled back. Lin Qizheng whispered to him, “Youngest, you don’t even know what difficulty she has or what help to give. What if you can’t help?”
Zhang Lin immediately added, “Right. And you don’t know her. You don’t know if she’s a good person or a bad person. If she’s a bad person, isn’t helping her harming people?”
Wen Rong sincerely accepted the two seniors’ suggestions, thinking he was indeed not mature enough to consider these aspects. But looking up again to see the girl crying out of breath, and from the short contact, feeling that besides calling him “Son,” she wasn’t annoying in any other way, he felt a bit conflicted.
“Right, if you have any difficulties, say them. We’ll help you think of a way.” Jiang Zhiyue gave Wen Rong some encouragement at this time.
Before Wen Rong prepared to ask again, Evelyn stopped watching the show. She put her hand on Jiang Zhiyue’s shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. We are all students of Floriman Academy. There is no difficulty we can’t solve.”
Floriman Academy was undoubtedly a strong stimulant. The girl was greatly encouraged. She took a deep breath and said, “I just got a call. My husband got together with a model from my company and transferred my assets.”
“Wow, you got married so young?” Lin Qizheng blurted out, immediately silenced by Zhang Lin’s hand over his mouth.
Wen Rong didn’t expect it to be mistress affairs. He froze awkwardly in place, glancing first at Zhang Jincheng. Seeing Zhang Jincheng had no reaction, he looked at Shi Ye sitting nearby.
Whether by coincidence or not, their eyes met immediately. Wen Rong saw irritability in Shi Ye’s face and hurriedly turned back.
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